I love weddings. What is not to love when there are some of my favorite things: free wine, dancing and cake. People promising forever for better but also for worse, for sickness, for poorer. I love that wedding vows have all that awful stuff in them. And that people say them anyways.
Me and my husband actually did 8 sessions of pre-marriage counseling before we got married. It was ridiculously cheap and what all the “serious” couples in our campus ministry were doing. It was so awkward sitting in a church office with a minister and his wife while they talked to us about family histories, sex or worse. Budgets. We were 22. Just babies. And in the kind of young love that could kiss for hours until our lips literally hurt and our faces broke out. We fought over the most serious of matters, like which cds to sell so we could go out to eat or which station to listen to on the radio, probably just so we could make up and make out again.
Counseling seemed unnecessary. Something only cold couples who…